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“The house was large and deeply lived-in, all the shelves and surfaces stacked with books and boxes, framed pictures, old greeting cards set up like tent cities...Every single surface told a story. A long one. With digressions.”

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Book:Sourdough
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Sourdough

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Robin Sloan
Robin Sloan

Robin Sloan is an American author known for his unique narrative style and insightful observations on technological and cultural changes. Born in December 1979, his works have gained widespread acclaim for their blend of literature, technology, and culture. more

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